Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The abandoned brick and tile factory was silent for a moment.

The wind blew in through the gap in the broken wall, swirling snowflakes and lashing wildly among the bricks, stinging people's faces.

The blood on the ground hadn't dried completely; it was mixed with mud and broken brick fragments, and was black and sticky.

Da Zhuang, Lao Xu, Jian Min, and Da Niu split into two groups and stood guard, their knuckles white from gripping their weapons so tightly, and their guns pointed at the group of people in front of them.

Scarface and his men were all driven to the base of the broken wall and obediently squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Scarface's leg was crippled by Zhao Shanhe, and he lay sprawled on the ground like a rag doll.

He was in so much pain that his face turned deathly pale. The slightest movement felt like his chest and groin were being ripped apart, and he was hissing and gasping for breath.

A thug with yellow teeth next to him was just about to sneakily shift his position.

Old Xu raised the muzzle of his gun, and his voice boomed out:

"Don't move."

The yellow-toothed thug stiffened, quickly raised his hands higher, and howled with a mournful face:

"Brother, I'm not trying to run away, I... I just need to pee."

"If I need to pee, I'll just pee in my pants."

Old Xu stared intently at him, his face turning cold.

"If you move again, I'll shoot you dead."

The yellow-toothed thug immediately shrank back, covering his head and daring not to utter another sound.

Scarface lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for breath before finally regaining some strength. He tilted his head back and cursed:

"Fuck you... I feel like my whole body is shattered."

Da Niu stood to the side and sneered:

"Serves you right."

"Who told you to mess with Brother Shanhe?"

Scarface was panting heavily, cold sweat rolling down his forehead and his face was as white as paper.

"You can't say that..."

"In this world of gangsters, money is money, but I didn't kill the hostage, nor did I really intend to kill him. Isn't it a bit much for your boss to go so far with such brutality?"

No one responded.

Dazhuang stood there holding the five-shot rifle, like an iron tower, without even lifting his eyelids.

Scarface's eyes darted around, and he changed his tone:

"Brother, we're all just trying to make a living, why be so devoted?"

"How much does Zhao Shanhe pay you a month? Thirty? Fifty?"

"If you want to work with me, I'll give you double."

The abandoned brickyard remained deathly silent, save for the sound of the wind and the panting of Scarface's broken bellows.

Scarface's facial muscles twitched a few times, and he gritted his teeth as he continued:

"Fine, I won't talk about the money."

"Even if we ignore this, shouldn't we at least be reasonable? I didn't fire the gun, and I didn't shoot anyone. Realistically, what does this have to do with me?"

As he said this, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes glaring fiercely at Zhao Shanhai, who was tied to the pile of bricks:

"Zhao Lao Er!"

"Did you fucking hear me?!"

"You fired the gun, you shot the man, you've really screwed me over this time!"

Zhao Shanhai was bound with hemp rope behind his back, and the rag in his mouth had been torn off by Da Niu to make it easier to ask questions.

He was leaning against the pile of broken bricks, his face covered in blood and dirt, his right hand hanging limply at his sides, too painful to move.

The frenzy that started with the gunshots has completely subsided now.

It was precisely because he had completely retreated that he began to be truly afraid.

Did that shot hit its mark?

Is Liang Jiajun dead?

Whether they're dead or alive, it's all over now.

He fired a shot in public, and it was the most important person who got hurt. Forget about going back to Kaoshantun, forget about turning his life around, it's uncertain whether he'll ever get out of prison.

The thought sent chills down Zhao Shanhai's spine, and his heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

Scarface was still cursing:

"I knew you were a jinx!"

"Your brother looks down on you, and now I understand why. Someone like you is destined to smash everything!"

A tall, thin thug next to him also spat:

"What an idiot."

"You didn't think about the consequences before you fired the shot, and now look what's happened, we're all stuck with you filling this hole."

Another thug squatting on the ground cursed through gritted teeth:

"You better hope you don't end up locked up in the same place as me, or you'll regret it."

Zhao Shanhai's face was deathly pale. He opened his mouth, but his voice was weak and shaky:

"I...I didn't mean to."

"I just lost my mind for a moment..."

Fuck you!

Scarface roared, interrupting, "Are you out of your mind? You've already ruined my leg!"

Da Zhuang's brows furrowed sharply, he raised the muzzle of his gun, and spoke coldly:

"Shut up, all of you."

"If you make another sound, I'll gag you all one by one."

The room fell silent again instantly.

Scarface clutched his crippled leg, leaning tightly against the base of the broken wall, his face pale with pain, sweat rolling down his forehead.

But his cloudy eyes never stopped darting around.

After a long while, Scarface, clutching his crippled leg, gritted his teeth and spoke:

"Brothers, things have come to this point, I'm not going to beat around the bush with you anymore."

"Just pretend you didn't see us tonight."

"If Zhao Shanhe asks later, just say you didn't keep an eye on him and he escaped in the chaos."

"He's been so good to you, he wouldn't hold you responsible for it."

Still, nobody paid any attention to him.

Da Zhuang held the gun, his face cold, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Seeing that no one responded, Scarface, panting heavily, quickly raised his bet again:

"One thousand yuan!"

"I'll give you a thousand dollars, and we'll call it even for tonight!"

The abandoned brickyard remained eerily quiet.

Only the wind blew in through the broken wall, making one's face tingle.

Scarface's facial muscles twitched, and he gritted his teeth, raising his head again:

"One thousand and five!"

"It can't be any less!"

"If you guys divide it up, no one will lose out!"

Da Niu gave him a cold glance and didn't say anything.

Jianmin stood there, gripping his weapon even tighter.

Scarface grew increasingly panicked; his voice became hoarse, and sweat poured from his forehead.

"two thousand!"

"Will it work?"

"This is already quite a lot! You just stand guard all night, and all you do is talk—that's equivalent to several months' wages!"

Still, nobody paid any attention to him.

Da Zhuang slowly raised his eyes and looked at him as if he were looking at a dead man.

Scarface felt uneasy under that gaze, his throat bobbed, and he finally started to get a little anxious:

"Two thousand five hundred!"

"Adding any more would be truly devastating!"

"You guys split up, who would know? Do you think Zhao Shanhe would skin you all alive for a few outsiders?!"

"Shut up."

Da Niu suddenly shouted, his eyes wide open:

"Who do you think you are, to presume to stir up trouble here?"

Jianmin, his face dark, also took a step forward:

"You want to buy us with money?"

"Do you really think everyone is like you, rotten to the core?"

Scarface's face twitched violently; he quickly waved his hands, but wouldn't stop talking:

"No, no, that's not what I meant..."

"What I'm saying is, we're all just trying to make a living, there's no need to hang ourselves on Zhao Shanhe's tree—"

He had only said half of what he was saying.

Scarface suddenly turned his head sharply, his expression changed drastically, and he roared angrily to the side:

"Monkey!"

"What do you think you're doing?!"

The shout was urgent and fierce, without any warning.

Da Zhuang, Da Niu, Jian Min, and the others were already on edge, and almost instinctively turned their heads sharply in the direction he was shouting.

Beside the pile of bricks, Ma Hou was still lying there, half-dead, like a dog that had stopped breathing, not moving at all.

Da Zhuang's eyebrows twitched suddenly.

wrong--

He was about to turn around.

boom!

Gunfire suddenly erupted!

Old Xu's arm jerked violently, and the force of the impact sent him staggering back two steps, nearly dropping his weapon. Hot blood instantly seeped from his cotton-padded jacket sleeve.

"Old Xu!"

Da Niu's eyes immediately turned red.

At the very instant the gun fired—

The thugs who were originally crouching with their heads in their hands suddenly seemed to have reached the limit.

Once the gunshot rang out, that string snapped completely.

"Get him!"

Before Scarface could finish yelling, seven or eight people had already jumped up from the ground!

Someone lunged at Dazhuang, clutching the gun tightly with both hands, and rammed their head into his chest!

Someone rolled on the ground, grabbed Jianmin's legs, and desperately pulled him down!

Two more men, their eyes red with rage, rushed straight at Lao Xu, stepping through the mud and broken bricks, and reached out to snatch his gun!

In an instant, figures, mud, and bloodstains were all mixed together!

Curses, shouts, and the muffled thuds of bones colliding all erupted at the base of the broken wall!